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Really, the day had been hellish from the start. It was the kind of day he should have known it was probably to give up on, to just roll over in his bed and sleep through it. The sad part was, it didn't even take him long to regret his decision to do otherwise. He'd just finished cleaning himself up in the bathroom area when he started to notice the sound.
He was used to music filtering in from the Rec Room - usually something awful and completely inappropriate for whoever was in there. This, though, was different - this was off somehow, and he recognized it. It took him literally going into the room to understand why - and when he did, he found himself frozen in horror. On the projector screen, right in the middle of everything, was himself.
No, worse than himself.
Himself at nineteen, dancing around with that guitar he'd always owned but never actually knew how to play. It was footage he thought long buried, something no one had seen since he'd sent it out to the producers of that T.V. show that ended up being stupid anyway. Like any decent nightmare, it not only kept playing, but it also then looped at the end of it, starting it all over again.
It wasn't stopping. Why wasn't it stopping?
"No, no, no," he said, the words almost a mantra, vaguely realizing he was moving toward it at a quick pace. He'd never even used the machine before, had no idea how to turn it off or pull the stuff out or anything. Frustrated, he kept looking for the off button to no avail. And it was still playing, over and over. To no one in particular, he asked, "How do you shut this thing off?!"
[OOC: Item post, lulz style. This would be the video Jeff is watching. Timed to mid-morning. No more tags, please, unless we've spoken beforehand first.]
He was used to music filtering in from the Rec Room - usually something awful and completely inappropriate for whoever was in there. This, though, was different - this was off somehow, and he recognized it. It took him literally going into the room to understand why - and when he did, he found himself frozen in horror. On the projector screen, right in the middle of everything, was himself.
No, worse than himself.
Himself at nineteen, dancing around with that guitar he'd always owned but never actually knew how to play. It was footage he thought long buried, something no one had seen since he'd sent it out to the producers of that T.V. show that ended up being stupid anyway. Like any decent nightmare, it not only kept playing, but it also then looped at the end of it, starting it all over again.
It wasn't stopping. Why wasn't it stopping?
"No, no, no," he said, the words almost a mantra, vaguely realizing he was moving toward it at a quick pace. He'd never even used the machine before, had no idea how to turn it off or pull the stuff out or anything. Frustrated, he kept looking for the off button to no avail. And it was still playing, over and over. To no one in particular, he asked, "How do you shut this thing off?!"
[OOC: Item post, lulz style. This would be the video Jeff is watching. Timed to mid-morning. No more tags, please, unless we've spoken beforehand first.]